Homer, amazed, resigns the hill to you, And stands i'the crowd, amidst the panting crew; Virgil and Horace dare not shew their face, And long admired Juv'nal quits his place; For this one mighty poem hath done more Than all those poets could have done before. Satyr, or statesman, poet, or divine, Thou any thing, thou every thing thats fine, Thy lines will make young Absalon relent; And, though 'tis hard, Achitophel repent; And stop--as thou has done---- Thus once thy rival muse, on Cooper's hill, With the true story would not Fatme[220] kill. No politics exclude repentance quite; Despair makes rebels obstinately fight; 'Tis well when errors do for mercy call; Unbloody conquests are the best of all. Methinks I see a numerous mixed croud Of seduced patriots crying out aloud For grace, to royal David. He, with tears, Holds forth his sceptre, to prevent their fears, And bids them welcome to his tender breast: Thus may the people, thus the king be blest. Then tunes his harp, thy praises to rehearse, Who owes his son and subjects to thy verse. FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 217: These famous expressions of party distinction were just coming into fashion. Whig, a contraction of Whigamore, is a word used by the peasantry in the west of Scotland in driving their horses, and gave a name to those fanatics who were the supporters of the Covenant in that part of Scotland. It was first used to designate an insurrection of these people in 1648, called the Whigamore's road. It has been less accurately derived from the sour-milk used by these people, called whig. But the former use of the word was much more likely to afford a party appellation.--The Tories owe their distinctive epithet to the Irish banditti, who used the word Toree, or "give me," in robbing passengers. Hence, in the old translation of Buchanan's History, the followers of Buccleuch are called the Tories of Teviotdale. As, from religion and other motives, the Irish were almost all attached to the Duke of York, the word Tory was generally applied to his party by the opposite faction, who, on the other hand, were called Whigs, as having embraced the fanatical and rebellious principles of the Scottish covenanters. The Duke of York's followers are supposed to be thus described by his Grace himself, in a lampoon called "Popish Politics unmasked:" I have my teagues and _tories_ at my beck, Will wring their heads off like a chicken's neck. * * * * * Others wo'nt serve you but on constant pay, My hounds will hunt and live upon their prey; A virgin's haunch, or well-baked ladies breast, To them is better than a ven'son feast; Babes pettitoes cut large, with arms and legs, They far prefer to pettitoes of pigs.